The Mate

Chapter 7

I skipped a few days of school until my parents called me and said they were coming home and i was in trouble for skipping school. I'm grounded for three weeks, and i have to spend an hour reading bible versus with them again. 

Don't get my wrong, i'm fine with religion, i just don't think I should be forced into a religion that people use as an excuse to beat on me or hate that i am gay. 

But, after four days, and my parents back i stand in the boys bathroom, five minutes away from going into his classroom. Others have asked about my faded black eye, or why I am limping, but maybe i can cover it somehow so he can't see, i'm sure he's heard. 

No one uses makeup in my house so i had to buy it, and i cover the bruise forming on my cheek, i can't exactly cover the busted lip but the busted eyebrow i have kind of blends into my eyebrow hair. The minute bell rings and i shove everything in my bag and look down going to his class and going to the back where my desk is. 

I've decided to look down as long as possible, and if i have to look up i will either suck my bottom lip in or rest my head on my hand to cover the cut. He's in the classroom and i can feel him pissed, I know he saw me limping, and with the rage he knows. 

But question is, is he mad at me for not telling or Alex? Probably me, everyone is always mad at me. 

The final bell rings and the chatter slowly starts to die down, and he speaks. "Alright everyone, today is oral report, i'll take volunteers and then i'll go down the list."

"I'll go Mr. Salvatore." Jillian, the one with the biggest crush on him, steps up. 

"Alright Jillian. Go ahead."

"I'm five, playing on the plastic car my daddy got me-"

I tune her out, i don't like hearing others perfect childhood stories. I've always envied them, and sometimes i dreamt i was in a perfect family. But when i opened my eyes reality set in. Eventually my envy turned into anger, now i get pissed when others tell me perfect childhood memories. 

"What the f**k happened to you." i hear and i move my hood up further. 

"Nothing." i answer his mind link. 

"Then look at me."

"No, I'm tired."

"Miles, i can feel you hurt, and i watched you limp, what the f**k happened?"

"Now is not the time," i slap the rubber band. 

The conversation made him angrier, which makes me block everyone out more. He's mad at me, i figured he would be. I knew coming to school before it healed was a bad idea. 

There's hands on my jaw and he's yanking me face up, wiping where the makeup is. His eyes are black, it's scaring me. 

"What happened?"

I look around the best i can, no one is in the classroom, and he doesn't have a class after this, but i do so maybe... "I have to get to class."

"I'll write you a note, what happened" He snarls, his fingers tightening so i can't move my head. 

"Alex somehow got ahold of pictures of me and Jackson, ex-boyfriend. He beat the s**t out of me when he realized i was gay, he doesn't like faggots." 

If smoke could come out of his ears it would. His fingers are digging so hard into my jaw I feel like he'll break it. 

"Ow, ow, please." 

His black eyes start to turn to the beautiful color they once were, and he lets go of my jaw. "Why are you limping?" He asks softer. 

"He kicked and stomped on my knee, it hurts pretty bad."

"Why didn't you come to school? Answer my calls? My texts? I felt something bad happening, you left me in the dark for four days."

"How did you feel something happening?" i desperately try to change his mind. It seems to work but he shakes his head. 

"That's not an important part. Answer my questions."

"I knew you would freak out, I didn't want to deal with that and then have others here, or even you tell Theodore."

He frowns at me. 

"Are you mad at me?"

He glares at me. "Of course not! Why would i be angry with you?"

"I didn't tell you, I got beat up in the first place."

"I'm not going to be mad because you got beat up. I'm mad because you ignored me, and tried to hide it, but i'm more pissed at Alex. It's taking all my will power not to stomp him into the ground i'm so f*****g pissed."

"Promise me you won't tell Theodore, i just want to get over it."

He frowns. "Fine. But if it gets worse then i'm going to. I can't hide the fact his son is getting his ass kicked. I worry about you all the time."

"Why? We're not even dating, we're just...occasional flings!"

He looks down. "Get to class Miles." he walks over and hands me a pass. I yank it from his fingers and stand. 

"So you won't tell me? You can't just tell me all this s**t and refuse to give an explanation! You keep telling me all these things about 'i worry' or 'i feel that you're hurt'. Then when i asked you and Theodore both said 'in due time' what the f**k is in due time? I'm tired of this s**t!"

He frowns, but doesn't answer. I won't get anything from him so i turn and walk away, but he grabs my hand and turns to kiss me, claiming my lips, he pulls back and rests his head on my forehead before leaning back and i blink my eyes up at him. "I'm sorry. I promise i will explain, once i figured everything out, okay? I promise."

I lick my lips. "Fine. But quit giving me those hints and not telling me, i feel all these weird things, and it's confusing me."

He nods. "I know. Just get to class before they suspect. I promise as soon as i know, i will tell you, and as soon as i deal with it."

"Fine."

"And um," he runs his thumb on my eye. "Ice it. Or if you shift it'll immediately heal. But if you shift i would suggest taking a drive towards our pact area, it'll be easier to get away with it."

I shake my head. "I'm grounded. I'm on a strict schedule. School. Work. My dad is there to pick me up, and doors are locked, my bedroom door is gone, they took that. I only kept my bathroom door because the window is really too small for me to escape."

He nods. "Well, ice it then. Ice your leg too."

"Okay, doctor."

He smiles. "Get out."

Sorry it's a shorter chapter! I needed something between the next one!